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Peerce has a minion!

Minion the Cheerilee

Peerce
Legacy Name: Peerce

The

Blacklight Montre
Owner:

Prey

Age: 13 years, 11 months, 1 week

Born: May 11th, 2010

Adopted: 12 years, 3 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: January 12th, 2012

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Beach Comber

Being worked on.

When I was very little, around maybe nine or ten, my older brother was obsessed with trying to terrify me. Mind you, he wasn't the kind of person to use the stereotypical "monsters under the bed" stories, he was a writer. He had a wild imagination. He won several art contests at his school because of his amazing writing skills and most of those skills were put towards writing horror stories. I think he's actually a published author now, using his fine writing skills to make a living for his wife and kids, but at the time, his frightening camp fire tales were always and only for me and as much as I pretended to hate it, I loved listening to every story he told me.

I remember there was one story about a demon that hovers behind you at all times, and that if you ever caught a glimpse of him, you were doomed. There was another story about how every now and again, Satan takes little children into a hell that looks and seems exactly like their real life, but once they catch on to the scheme, all of their friends and family turn into horrifying monsters and eat them. These are just a few of the stories I remember.
But the one story I remember scaring me the most was the one about the boy in the mirror. My brother once told me this story about how every single reflection of a person isn't actually a reflection, but a gateway to a horrible place filled with evil creatures who wait for that perfect moment to drag humans into their twisted world. He told me that it was very rare for a human to uncover the true identity of their reflections, and when they did, the monster in the mirror would either drag this person into the mirror, or torture them for the rest of their life. This had to be the only time I ever tested one of my brother's stories.

The next morning, as I was getting ready for school, I stared deeply into the eyes of the boy in the mirror. They looked intense and determined, similar to how I was feeling at the time. However, as I was very young at the time and more focused on uncovering a mystery rather than the consequences of such a discovery, I made it my number one priority to break the faÃ§ade of the boy on the other side of the mirror.

First, I tried to wave my arm quickly, so that maybe the boy in the mirror wouldn't be able to mimic me so fast. Unfortunately, when I tried this, there wasn't a delay.
The next thing I tried was pinching myself. I remember trying very hard not to wince at the pain, hoping that the boy in the mirror wouldn't have enough willpower to continue on. It didn't work either.

I tried blinking rapidly, hoping that maybe on one of the lapses in which my eyes were open, the boy in the mirror's eyes would be closed. I tried turning my back to the boy, and then turning around suddenly. I tried walking out of view of the mirror, and then jumping back in. Nothing worked. The boy in the mirror copied me perfectly.Finally, after about ten minutes of this, I gave up. Feeling tired a beaten; I pressed my face very close to the mirror and spoke directly to the boy inside:"I know what you are. I know you think you're tricking me. I know you think you're so safe in that mirror. And I know you think I don't know who you are, but I do. You aren't my reflection. You aren't me. You aren't me!"

And then, to my absolute horror, my reflection smiled.His lips parted in a sinister way, and I watched as his teeth flew out from behind his seemingly normal lips. His teeth were sharp and yellowish, and his grin extended far beyond the boundaries of a human face. In fear, I stepped back from the mirror, and this time, the boy in the mirror didn't bother to mimic me. He looked twisted and evil, and I watched as his eyes slowly faded from light blue to a deep, ebony black. And then, as I tried desperately to force my legs to move, the boy in the mirror spoke:

"No. I'm not."

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